Her Father's Daughter
Chapter 5: December 15th, 2010
Lita held her daughters' hands as they walked down the streets of New York City, heading toward Madison Square Garden. She tried not to think about what conversation awaited her at the Garden. After the flight into the JFK Airport, the three had checked into the Hilton hotel on 6th and 50th, and crashed for a nap until they needed to leave.
"Are you guys ready to see daddy?" the redhead asked her daughters, and they both nodded eagerly. Lita smiled, but it was pained and forced. 'What if Matt hates me for this? What if…' her thoughts trailed off. She would just have to wait and see.
Lita was in a haze as they passed through security and went backstage. Familiar faces passed by her in a blur. Too wrapped up in her predicament, she didn't wave or acknowledge them. Worry ate at her in large bites, and the speech she had delicately formed in her head dissolved. Maybe she should turn back now. Turn back, and save what was between she and Matt…
"DADDY!" the large squeal from her two daughters shattered her thoughts. They twisted out of her grip and nearly sprinted down the hallway, leaping into Matt Hardy's open arms.
"Hey, how are my girls today?" he asked, hugging them tightly as they rambled on about their day, their words overlapping each other. As they did so, Matt's brown eyes met Lita's.
His look was less than welcoming. The redhead froze, and swallowed. What was going on? Why did Matt have that look on his face?
Matt turned to the two girls, and with a forced smile, said, "Why don't you two go to Edge's locker room? Mommy and I need to have a talk," his words were hard and sharp. Tara and Jessica nodded obediently, running in the direction Matt had showed.
"Get in," he ordered to Lita, pushing his locker room door open. Having a feeling that this conversation was not going to turn out well, she obeyed him quickly. He slammed the door shut, his lips curled in a snarl.
"Matt, I need—" she hoped to delve into the Tara situation before her nerves got the best of her, but Matt cut her off.
"I don't give a damn what you need," he hissed, standing up next to her. Instinctively, she took a step backward. The backs of her knees hit the chair and she reflexively sat. She felt small under the intensity of Matt's glare.
"You little whore," his voice was low and angry. Lita narrowed her eyes at the insult. "When did you think you were going to tell me, huh?! You know what I'm talking about! When were you planning on telling me that you fucked your best friend on the side of our relationship?" he snapped.
Oh, shit. Lita winced, and shrunk back into the back of the chair. How did he find out? No one knew except Chris… Realization suddenly flashed in her eyes. Hunter. Anger bubbled to the surface, but looking up at Matt she saw that this was not the time or place to talk about that.
"What do you mean?" she responded to Matt with what she thought was the safest answer.
"That Tara is not my kid. That you fucked Chris Jericho and had his goddamned baby. That—"
"I didn't know for sure that it was Chris's baby," Lita hissed suddenly, interrupting him. Feeling a need to protect Tara, she added, in a warning voice, "And don't you ever, ever use that language about my daughter like that."
Matt slammed his hands down on the armrests of the chair, and leaned down so that his face was close to Lita's. She swallowed tightly, feeling threatened. Almost immediately she reflected that it was ridiculous that she felt threatened by Matt, the love of her life.
But looking at him now, she realized something.
That notion was anything but ridiculous.
Matt Hardy looked ready to kill.
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